Chapter 1: The Seduction and...

Victor had turned 16 shortly before the school broke up for summer, not that this seemed to change anything, but he was a year older, and so was I. It was the Saturday after the school broke up, I had been in my room relieving my sexual frustration with the aid of a vibrator and one of the incest stories I had by now got hooked on. The particular story I was reading was about a mother whose son had turned her into his whore, as always I felt shocked and aroused by the content of the incest story and for some reason my mind drifted to my son. I knew that he and his circle of seven friends were in their "club" room, the room had been an unused library until Victor had taken it over, he and his friends met in there regularly, though I had no idea what they got up to.

My thoughts lost focus as an orgasmic haze drifted gently over me, but they returned as my peak faded and died. Relieved but still frustrated, as was always the case, I sat up on my bed and wondered just what the eight teenagers got up to in that room. Smiling to myself I decided to satisfy my curiosity; dressing in my usual slacks and blouse I headed for the small bedroom beside the boy's clubroom. I had noticed some time back that there was an air vent that connected the two rooms. I knew from accidental experience that if the vent was opened what was said in the adjoining room could be heard very clearly. Almost on tiptoe I entered the small bedroom and crossed the room to the air vent, it was high up on the wall, but by climbing on a stool I could easily reach it.

Quietly I slid the vent open and a young male voice came drifting through the vent, then another responded and as I listened I gathered that their conversation was more or less general. It seemed they did not get up to much at all and I felt a little disappointed by this, but I carried on listening and my patience was rewarded.

"So," came my son's voice from the vent "we going to form this club or what?"

What club, I wondered.

"Hell yes!" came a chorus of relies.

I heard the boys laughing then my son's voice rising to call them to order.

"In that case I call the first meeting of the Dominators to order." He laughed, "The first order of business is to elect officers for the club. Any nominations for chairman?"

I felt amused by the light-hearted formality of the proceedings, the name of the club amused me too and I wondered just who or what the Dominators planned to dominate. Amidst laughter and cross chat I heard Victor's name put forward for the chairman role, then I heard them voting and that was it, by unanimous vote Victor was the chairman of the Dominators. I listened with enjoyment as the boys formed themselves into a club complete with chairman, secretary and charter. The last interested me as it would give me an idea of what the club was about.

"Okay," I heard Victor's voice over those of the others "you all know what this club is about..."

"I don't." I muttered to myself as it dawned on me that I might not hear the details of the club's activities.

"... so I won't go into all that again. Who wants to start the ball rolling with a proposition for a victim?"

"Mary Wilson!" one of the boys responded almost immediately.

A general discussion broke out among the boys that seemed to be a weighing up of the charms and assets of this Mary Wilson. All of which left me none the wiser, though it was a relief to hear the boys discussing a girls' attributes rather than those of another boy. This went on for some time and just before the "chairman" called them to order again I could have sworn I heard a door bang. Feeling a little guilty about my eavesdropping I looked towards the door to the room I was in, I had left it open to avoid making any sound with it's closing, it was still open as I had left it. Then my son's voice drew my attention back to the vent.

"Well perhaps Mary may be a suitable candidate in the future," he was saying "but I happen to know that she is away with her family for the next three weeks. I do have a nomination though, I will write it down."

I could have yelled with frustration at his words, now I'd never know who the intended person was, nor what they were being nominated for.

"You can't be serious?" one of the boys commented sounding amazed by whatever he had read.

"Why not?" My son responded.

"Hmmm," the same boy said thoughtfully "she is one of the best looking women we've ever seen."

"You can say that again!" one of the other boys laughed, "Vick, I vote yes."

"Thanks Len." Vick answered "Alan, John, Paul, Ray, Adam, Ian?"

One by one the boys voted as my son called their names, it was a unanimous vote in favour of the person my son had named on paper. Still none the wiser as to whom the nominated person was I listened as the boys laughingly discussed what they would do to and with this person. This part of their conversation took my breath away, what they described was nothing less than the total domination of another person; their club name was the club's activity! I could barely believe what I was hearing, eight 16-year-old boys talking about bondage, humiliation, domination and even rape, not that I had to wonder where they got their ideas from; it was obviously from the Internet. Then I felt my pussy go warm with arousal as I remembered the details of the story I had read while masturbating such a short time before hand. I chided myself quietly for letting their conversation get me aroused, but that did not stop the arousal growing.

Suddenly there was silence from the vent, I glanced towards the door and wondered what had caused them to go silent. I decided that it might be wise for me to go elsewhere just in case the boys left their clubroom and found me with my ear pressed to a vent in the next room. Quietly I got down from the stool and crept out of the room, my heart skipped a beat when I heard a roar of laughter, but it was a relief to know the boys were not coming out.

Back in my room I sat on the edge of my bed and thought about what I'd heard the boys discussing, of course this got me excited again and this time I gave way to my arousal. Undressing quickly I grabbed my favourite dildo and began to plunge it in my pussy as the boy's words went round and round in my head.

"Definitely bondage," one of them had said "tie her up in every way we can think of!"

"Nah, spank her." another had said "Beat her until she begs us to do whatever we wish to her!"

"Gang bang her!" another had laughed.

"Fuck her arse!" another had shouted.

"Why not all of these things?" my son had laughed loudest of all "After all, we would own her, she'd have no other choice other than to submit to our wishes."

"Assuming that we will 'own' her." one of the boys had commented soberly.

"Oh we'll own her," my son had replied equally soberly "one way or another, we'll own her."

It was at this point that I decided to flee, but those last words made me feel a little uneasy about what the boys were planning, it had all sounded like a horny teen fantasy game until my son had uttered those words in such a low, serious voice. Whether I felt uneasy or not it was still a major turn on and I had a delightful climax only moments later.

Later that afternoon, after his friends had gone home, my son joined me in the lounge where I was watching a romantic video. He sat beside me on the sofa and watched the film quietly for a while, but after a while he twisted in his seat to look at me.

"Mother," he said quietly "may I ask you something."

"Of course you can." I smiled turning to face him "I've told you before that I am here if you need to talk."

"I know," he smiled "but this is sort of a personal question."

"Oh my," I laughed "I thought they taught that sort of thing in school these days."

It took him a moment to catch my meaning, but then he laughed along with me.

"They do, but I don't think they could answer this one." he laughed.

"Ask away Victor." I smiled.

"Mother, you are a very attractive woman, all my friends say so too and I wondered..." he seemed to falter.

"You wondered?" I encouraged him.

"I wondered why you dressed down the way you do." He said in a serious tone.

It had never struck me that I had been dressing down, but it did occur to me that I rarely wore dresses or skirts; it was always slacks or trousers suits or, occasionally, jeans. I thought about this and it came to me that I never bothered to dress nicely unless my husband was taking me to some function or another where I was expected to "shine" as his wife. Under normal circumstances it was rather pointless dressing up for my husband since he was into men, not women.

"Sorry mother." Victor said breaking into my thoughts "I didn't mean to disturb you with my question."

"Eh, oh I'm not disturbed." I smiled "Just thinking about the way I dress and why. I really can't answer why I dress as I do, but would you like me to dress differently?"

I had emphasised the 'you' deliberately, not for any sexual reason, merely to let him know that I valued his opinion.

"Would you?" he asked, "Dress more attractively, I mean?"

"If you would like me to." I smiled "I'd even go back to wearing make-up if you like."

"That would be wonderful!" he beamed at me.

"Very well then," I replied with a broad smile "I will make more effort with my looks as from tomorrow."

Satisfied by my answer my son settled back to watch the rest of the film with me while I smiled softly to myself, pleased that I had been able to make my son happy so easily. As the film rolled towards it's conclusion I pondered on my wardrobe, I had a large number of dresses and skirts, and I bought the clothes to make me feel better about things, which they did at the time. Yet I had hardly worn any of these clothes up to now, other than for brief moments in the privacy of my room, it was actually quite thrilling to think I would now be wearing them for my son and his friends.

The next morning I rose, showered and selected a light summer dress from my wardrobe, bra panties and tights completed the ensemble and after applying a little make-up I went downstairs to join my son for breakfast. As I entered the dining room Victor looked up and smiled, I saw him smile his approval of my attire as I crossed the room.

"Well?" I grinned as I sat down at the table "Is this better?"

"Most definitely mother." He grinned back at me.

"Victor, I wish you'd just say mum instead of that so formal "mother" you use." I sighed.

"Okay, mum," he laughed "but would you do me a favour and call me Vick instead of Victor."

"It's a deal." I laughed.

A little later in the day I caught Vick looking at me speculatively, his gaze seemed to be focused on my legs and I teasingly posed to show off my legs better.

"Didn't you think I had legs?" I laughed.

"I did wonder at times." He laughed ruefully at being caught "It's just that I was wondering if those lovely legs were encased in stockings or those god awful tights things?"

His response surprised me, especially his expression of disgust about tights.

"I'm afraid these are tights." I answered his question "Not to worry though, I'll not wear them again."

He smiled his thanks at me while I thought to myself how easy it was to make a teenager happy.

"By the way," I teased, "do you really think I have lovely legs?"

Okay, so I was fishing for compliments, being married to a man that didn't even notice you meant there were very few compliments in my life and I was definitely enjoying receiving them from my son. He grinned and looked at my legs, then looked at my face.

"Mum, you have beautiful legs," he answered softly "what I have seen of them anyway."

Laughing I hitched the hem of my dress up almost to the level of my crotch and posed again.

"Well what do you think now that you can see more of them?"

"All I can say is 'wow!'," he grinned with his eyes fixed on my legs "they'd look even more beautiful once you get them into stockings though."

"Flatterer." I laughed.